“Let me go,” Tiffany snapped, yanking at her hand. “This is between me and this wh*re.”
But Eli didn’t budge. His grip remained firm, calm, and unyielding. “Maybe you’d prefer to explain yourself to your Alpha,” he said coolly. “I doubt he’d be pleased to hear you’ve been harassing Cyrilla.”
Tiffany hesitated, her glare flicking between us, but when she saw the unwavering seriousness in his eyes, she finally relented. With a huff of frustration, she yanked herself free and stalked off without another word.
Eli turned to me, his voice gentle. “Are you alright?”
I nodded, still reeling from what had just happened. Without a word, he extended his arm. I hesitated only for a moment before taking it, guiding me toward the garden.
So Eli was the friend Hunter mentioned. That surprised me. T
